“That’s Romeo. And that’s Juliet.” My gaze flicks toward Viggo. “You’re kidding me. Those are their names?” “I’m trying not to let it bother me,” he admits. I stifle a laugh. “This is hilarious. The guy whose bookstore is devoted to happily ever after gets two dogs named for the main characters of the most famous tragic love story.” “Pff.” He waves a hand. “Not that. I’ve got a whole section in the store devoted to R and J retellings with happy endings. That doesn’t bother me.” “Then, what does?” He sighs. “They’re brother and sister.”
